This is the summer of making things from scratch. I decided to bake soft and fluffy milk bread.
One loaf of bread, by hand, is 5 hours. It is 3AM and I am tired but the house smells delicious. Hopefully my ladies will love it or at the very least, say they love me.
Cooking amplifies, joy. Slows it down and sharpens it. Whatever it is I’m making, the entire process of cooking, from start to finish, provides me with exactly what I need to remember that everything is just fine, just as it is. Instead of choosing to doubt, worry, or wither, I choose to mix, knead, and rise.
The Recipes: Tangzhong and Milk Bread.
becoming tabitha 
yay bread!!!!